Erotica: “Did You Miss Me?” (Part 6)

As soon as his hard length was sheathed inside me, we both moaned loudly. God, I had forgotten how good he felt; thick, long, and utterly filling. His rigid cock could rend me in two with just one exquisite plunge, let alone with the rough, bruising thrusts he hammered me with now.

“Fuck, bitch, yes!” he grunted, and I keened and whimpered as he called me filthy names; bitch,whore, slut. I loved the humiliating endearments in the same way a child adores praise from a beloved parent, and for the same reason. Because I knew that I was pleasing him. I knew that whenever he fucked me like he was angry with me, it was a sure fire sign that he loved me more than ever. There’s always been a part of me that’s wondered, hoped even, that when he fucks me angry its because he’s annoyed at himself for loving me too much. Loving me more than he ever wanted to, maybe.

“Hit me,” I begged, slamming my hips back against him to meet each brutal thrust. “Fucking hit me!”

He slapped my arse hard, really hard, and I cried out from the stinging blow. He hit me again, and my whole body shook from the force. In that moment I wanted every humiliation, every physical pain he could possibly inflict. My greatest pleasure was to be used by him, his fuck-doll, an empty vessel for him to slap and bite and fuck and fill until he was spent.

He reached a hand around my throat and leaned close to my ear.

“You love this, don’t you slut?” he growled.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Yes who, slut?”

“Yes Daddy Bear.”

“Good girl,” he murmured as he fucked me so hard that I could barely breathe. “Good bitch. Good little slut.”

I squeezed my eyes closed tightly as he continued to grunt in my ear, his hot breath electric against the sweaty sheen on my skin.

“Still so tight,” he moaned, appreciatively. “Still juicy. Just like the filthy cum-whore you always were, huh?”

He shouted as he pulled himself out of my cunt and with a couple of brisk jerks with his palm, he came hard, in thick, juicy ropes all over my bottom and lower back. I rocked and swooned as the warm liquid painted my skin.

He fell to his knees, gripped my hips and pulled me back hard against his face. I bent forward as far as I could, opening myself up wide as his mouth and tongue lapped and sucked at my pussy hungrily. One of his fingers slid down against my clit, and he flicked and rubbed the hard button as his mouth devoured my cunt. I came hard, with a shout, my legs trembling and buckling as I drenched his face with my juices. He drank me in like he had been lost in a desert and my pussy was an oasis.

I came again and again crying, “Please, Daddy Bear! Too much!” as tears started to roll down my cheeks. It was overwhelming, orgasm after orgasm rolling over me, with barely a moment to breathe between them, and as I became more and more over-stimulated, the pleasure was turning to pain. He persisted, though, now with two fingers inside me, fucking hard, while his other hand slapped and rubbed my clitoris. I howled like an animal. I wanted him to stop, but at the same time, I never wanted the sensations to end.

“Squirt for me, bitch,” he cooed, adoringly. “C’mon, there’s a good girl. All over Daddy Bear’s face, that’s right…”

I whined and cried as his jutting fingers thrust hard, vigorously beating against my g-spot again and again. An intense heat spread through my lower belly, and the magnificent feeling of sudden release was incredible. It felt as though something went “pop” inside me, and as liquid shot out of me, I heard him shout triumphantly, and bury his face between my thighs for a moment, before resuming his brisk stimulation and making me spurt again.

When the eruptions subsided, and I was crying uncontrollably, he drew me down onto the floor with him, my back to his chest, wrapped my shaking body in his broad arms and kissed the side of my face. I could smell the salty tang of my own scent on his face as I let my head fall back on his shoulder, wasted and exhausted. As he stroked my face gently, soothing my tears and holding me tight as I came down, I heard him whisper “There’s never been anyone like you, baby. I’ve missed you so much”, and my heart danced happily inside my chest.